Water stung your eyes as you forced yourself to stand up in the brisk river. The fog stuck like cobwebs to your skin and the water ate through your skin like acid, chilling your bones as you shivered. Spotting the phantom image of The Sorrow as he stood in the water, a sardonic grin on his face. A feeling of melancholy hung in the air, creeping through your mind as you saw ghostly figures begin to wade through the water towards you, the shambling ghosts and specters of the people you'd killed